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ugh weighing me. Seeing if I'm worthy.

And I need you to help me find

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me is I'm a regular chick. Or as regular a

ttacks, for you non-geeks out there). Yeah, I can write a mean packet sniffer to capture whatever data you want.

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ir of skin-tight leather pants and go see Steel Panther in Hollywood. They're the coolest, funniest parody

.. well,

on herself! It's not my doing. It was a weird ge

upermarket, workplace, whatever. Little surreptitious side-glanc

at 27. They learned their social skills by playing Xbox with little headsets on. The only boobs they

eally great co-workers who have cool girlfriends,

ose my v-card until I was a junior in college,

lot of nerds who spend departmental

I school their ass by rewriting their crappy code in under five minutes.

ne security firm as a forensic data analyst. Game of Thrones

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